Granted. I now take control of your next wish, which will to be able to change colors like a chameleon. You turn bright orange when ever you feel emotionally attached to something, and sunburned red when embarrassed. And your skin is hyper sensitive, so it is excruciatingly painful. I wish that I knew how to fix all the world's problems.
Your wish was fulfilled. From now to the day you die you cannot sleep. All future problems are brought to you in the form of stampeding crowds as they heard you saved the world before. They all expect you to do it again. I wish dust did not exist.
Granted, everyone who has ever had a username with the word 'dust' in it, anyone named 'Dusty', as well as the game 'Dust' have all been erased from existence. Oh, you meant the particles? Well, too late to change that, now.